Tune:

My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.
Chorus:
Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.

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Other Bonnie verses:
My Bonnie has tuberculosis.
My Bonnie has only one lung.
My Bonnie can cough up raw oysters,
and roll them around on her tongue.

My Bonnie has tuberculosis.
My Bonnie has only one lung.
My Bonnie spits blood in her pocket
And dries it and chews it for gum.

My Bonnie leaned over the gas tank,
The height of its contents to see;
I lighted a match to assist her,
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.

Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
I stuck my feet out of the window,
This morning my neighbors were dead.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my neighbors to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my neighbors to me.

My mother’s an apple pie maker.
My father he fiddles for tin.
My sister scrubs floors for a living.
Oh boy, how the money rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in,
Oh boy, how the money rolls in, rolls in.
Rolls in, rolls in,
Oh boy, how the money rolls in.

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My breakfast lies over the ocean.
My dinner lies over the sea.
My stomach is in a commotion,
Don't mention my supper to me.

Chorus
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my bucket to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my bucket to me.

I really felt rotten this morning,
They tell me I really looked pale,
My stomach gave adequate warning,
To lean far out over the rail.
Chorus

The sound of a stomach in motion,
A murmuring noise inside me,
I looked down and there on the water,
Was breakfast and dinner and tea.
Chorus

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Breakfast Song
Your breakfast is calling this morning,
Your bacon is crisp in the pan,
Your pancakes are doing a flip, flop,
I’m cooking as fast as I can.
Get up! Get up!
Oh, roll yourself out of the bed, the bed.
Get up! Get up!
Oh, don’t be an old sleepy head.

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My Turkey

My turkey went walking one morning
The November weather to see.
A man with a hatchet approached her
Oh, bring back my turkey to me.

Chorus
Gobble, Gobble,
Oh bring back my turkey to me, to me.
Gobble, Gobble,
Oh bring back my turkey to me!

I went down the sidewalk a shoppin’
The sights in show windows to see.
And everywhere hung great fat gobblers.
Oh, bring back my turkey to me.

Chorus

I went out to dinner and ordered
The best things they had I could see.
They brought it all roasted and sizzling;
They brought back my turkey to me.

Chorus

My turkey has two juicy drumsticks
My turkey has two crispy wings
My turkey has ten pounds of stuffing
But only one wishbone, poor thing!

Chorus

My turkey looked great on the platter
My turkey looked great on my dish
But after that last turkey sandwich
Hold onto that wishbone and wish!

Chorus